Douluo: My martial spirit is Xuanyuan Xia Yujian

Chapter 102 Young Sect Master

"Grandpa Jian, father-in-law, this is Suzaku Douluo Xuanyuan Lin, my protector."

Titled Douluo?

Ning Fengzhi was shocked and quickly stood up and said, "Hello, Your Majesty Zhuquemian!"

"Sect Master Ning, Sword Douluo, nice to meet you!"

Ling Guang wore an exquisite Suzaku mask, which covered his entire face, revealing only his rosy mouth, small white chin, and a pair of charming eyes that looked bright.

"Your Majesty, Suzaku Crown, please take a seat!"

Ning Fengzhi glanced at his son-in-law. This boy quietly created a titled Douluo-level protector, which actually shocked him.

It seems that we need to re-examine this son-in-law in the future. Could it be that the Xuanyuan family really exists?
After the guests and hosts were seated, Ning Fengzhi asked curiously: "Is this Suzaku Crown also from the Xuanyuan family?"

"That's it!"

Xuanyuan Qingli thought to herself that I am the Xuanyuan family and Lingguang is mine. It is not wrong to say that I am from the Xuanyuan family.

Ning Fengzhi saw that he didn't want to talk more, so he didn't ask any more questions.

"Come, let's eat first."

Ning Fengzhi entertained everyone to the table. During the process, they exchanged cups and glasses. The two sons-in-law and Sword Douluo drank to their heart's content. Ning Rongrong was responsible for pouring wine and serving dishes for the three of them. The atmosphere was very lively.

After three drinks and five dishes, Ning Fengzhi finally got to the point.

"Qingli, with your intelligence, you must have guessed my purpose."

Ning Fengzhi was open-minded and did not avoid Ning Rongrong. He had no intention of using any dishonorable means.

"Dad, Qingli..."

Ning Rongrong looked a little nervous and felt a little restless, fearing that there would be a rift between the two.

Xuanyuan Qingli smiled reassuringly at Ning Rongrong, and said proactively to save face: "Father-in-law, you want to ask me if I can help you advance to the martial arts level, right?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded calmly, with strong hope in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Faced with this kind of magical object that can change my destiny against the will of heaven, if I say that I am not tempted, no one will believe it."

It is indeed a magical object that defies heaven and changes destiny. Ning Fengzhi's martial spirit is stuck at level seventy-nine and cannot be promoted, and its lifespan is only a hundred years at most.

But if he breaks through the shortcomings of his martial soul and is promoted to a Titled Douluo, his lifespan will at least double. Titled Douluo have a very long lifespan and can easily live hundreds of years. Isn't this a change of fate that goes against the will of heaven?
(Note: The unsolved mystery of Douluo Continent: the lifespan of a Titled Douluo. Various setting points are contradictory to each other, and even different opinions are given in the same part. It ranges from two hundred years to as many as a thousand years. Generally speaking, he can live hundreds of years. Years old will definitely not be a problem.)
Lingguang glanced at Ning Fengzhi, and she was a little surprised by the other party's calmness. The leader of the Shangsan Sect was indeed outstanding.

Xuanyuan Qingli smiled and said: "It's understandable. Let me be frank, I do still have it. That fairy grass is very powerful, and with the help of a special refining method, it only uses half of the medicinal power to help Rongrong's martial soul advance. Now the other half remains.”

There was a hint of excitement in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, and the calmness on his face could no longer be maintained.

But he was obviously prepared. He took a deep breath and said slowly: "I plan to officially announce to the world that I will make Rongrong my young master of the Qibao Glazed Sect and my only legal heir."

"Dad, you want to make me the heir?" Ning Rongrong was shocked. This was too sudden. Dad had never said that before. She has several brothers. Why is it not her turn to be the heir?
Sword Douluo drank tea slightly without any reaction. He obviously already knew or guessed it.

Ling Guang was slightly surprised, Ning Fengzhi was indeed quite courageous.

Xuanyuan Qingli nodded and said: "Rong Rong, as the first owner of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial spirit in history, has single-handedly raised the standards of the sect. Although she is the daughter, she is still the most suitable heir."

Then he stopped talking. It was obvious that this bargaining chip was not enough.

Ning Fengzhi was not surprised. His son-in-law's reaction was as expected.

He sighed secretly in his heart, if Xuanyuan Qingli was the wife of the Qibao Glazed Sect, he would definitely let Rongrong be the heir without any hesitation, and his son-in-law would naturally become the elder protecting the sect in the future.

But Xuanyuan Qingli is not a married woman. With the strength he has shown now, it is impossible for him to marry into the Qibao Glazed Sect. He may even leave the Qibao Glazed Sect and establish his own family in the future. In that case, Ning Rongrong is marrying outside.

A daughter who is married outside is just thrown away, and is no longer suitable to be in charge of the sect. Otherwise, with the daughter's attitude of turning her elbows outward, the Qibao Glazed Sect may become a vassal of the Xuanyuan family.

Therefore, according to his original idea, he wanted to pass on the Qibao Glazed Sect to his son.

But who makes a son not as good as his daughter?

He had spent his entire life thinking about his sect, but he still had selfish motives. At this critical moment when his fate was decided, he had to think about himself.

Fortunately, even if he marries outside, Rongrong still has his blood flowing through him. When the time comes, letting a grandson who has inherited the martial spirit of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect change his surname to Ning and come back to inherit the sect will not be considered an advantage to outsiders.

Ning Fengzhi's thoughts turned and he solemnly said: "I plan to pass on the title of head of the Qibao Glazed Sect to Rongrong when she turns eighteen and comes of age. From now on, the Qibao Glazed Sect will enter the era of you two."

Xuanyuan Qingli smiled slightly, Ning Fengzhi's determination was really not ordinary.

The heir of a sect and the master of a sect are two completely different concepts. While the sect master is still in office, the heir cannot really hold the power, and he cannot be the master of real big things.

But if Ning Rongrong officially becomes the sect master, it will be completely different. All the soul masters in the sect can be mobilized legitimately, even many Soul Douluo-level elders and even two sect-protecting titled Douluo can command.

After all, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo are the Protector Douluo of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, not Ning Fengzhi's personal bodyguards. Even if they have a good personal relationship, if Ning Rongrong becomes the sect master, the person they want to protect will become Ning Fengzhi. Even if you are Rongrong, you should also treat Ning Rongrong as your honor.

At that time, Ning Fengzhi, as the old sect leader who abdicated, may have a relatively transcendent status, but he no longer had the right to hold power in a legitimate way.

At the critical moment, with the personalities of the two titled Douluo, they would definitely lean towards the new sect leader.

And Ning Rongrong will suddenly become one of the most powerful women in Douluo Continent, and she is also the youngest one.

By the time they were eighteen years old, Xuanyuan Qingli and Ning Rongrong had already accomplished good things. They became husband and wife. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was in the hands of Ning Rongrong, which was equivalent to being in the hands of their own husband and wife, and could be used by themselves.

This was Ning Fengzhi's bargaining chip, exchanging his position as the head of the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect for a share of the elixir.

Ning Rongrong had been exposed to it since she was a child, and she soon sorted out all the twists and turns, and her expression became complicated, "Dad, you, alas!"

She didn't know what to say. If it was her own fairy medicine, she would give it to her father without hesitation, but it belonged to Qingli. Qingli didn't owe their family anything, and she was even kind to the Qibao Glazed Sect. She Qingli couldn't be allowed to give her such a priceless treasure for nothing as a matter of course.

(End of this chapter)